Hermod was so happy to have someone to talk motors with. He didn’t know of anyone else in his pantheon that was interested in a cars or motorcycles. He wasn’t sure any of them even appreciated the thrill of going so fast that you weren’t completely sure you were in control. The trick was, of course, that you did stay in control. It would be foolish to really do it any other way.
“Sure a Harley is faster off the showroom floor, but what’s the fun in that?” he said when she commented on the speed of the Harley Davidson bikes. “To me it’s more fun to take the slower motorcycle and make it fast enough to beat the Harley.” It was definitely a challenge, but that was the best part as far as Hermod was concerned.
“Heimdall is my brother, well half-brother,” he told her. “He watches over Asgard and keeps out undesirables. At least that’s what he says he does.” He looked closer at her engine, resisting the urge touch anything. It was hard not to touch. She had done some really interesting things to the motor. “Heimdall doesn’t mind if I bring horses across the bridge and he tolerates the Indian. A Harley would be way too loud.”
He was going to ask her about what fuel mix she preferred, but he remembered she had asked him a question. “Oh yeah. The intake valve was one of the first things I did. That alone really increased the performance by half. I rebuilt the suspension, too. Used a lighter alloy. What did you do here?” he asked, pointing at the engine.